Save the Bachelor of Heaven

Xiang Nan fought black boxing for a week, with more than ten rounds every day. Every round was a lion fighting a rabbit, so he must do his best.

After so many days of fighting, his actual combat experience has been greatly enhanced, and his confidence and murderous aura are also gradually improving.

...

Saturday is the day of the Boxing Championship.

Xiang Nan brought Jin Shanzhao, Shi Tiezhu and other brothers to the auditorium.

"Ask brother, what's so good about western boxing, it's just playing monkeys. Our Chinese martial arts are profound and profound." Shi Tiezhu said with a smile.

"That's right, what kind of kung fu do foreigners know, it's nothing more than swinging eight punches with each other."

"Yes, foreigners' boxing, you punch each other, there are neither moves nor routines, how can it be as beautiful as our kung fu."

They all laughed and talked one after another, thinking that Western boxing is nothing more than that.

The other martial artists also smiled and nodded, thinking that Western boxing is just playing monkeys.

"Don't underestimate Western boxing. It has a history of more than 2,000 years, and it has existed since ancient Greece." Seeing that they underestimated the enemy, Xiang Nan quickly reminded them, "Modern boxing appeared in the seventeenth century, and it was still Kangxi at that time. Years. In our Chinese martial arts, the history of many boxing skills is not so long."

Chinese martial arts are said to have a long history, but in fact many martial arts only appeared in modern times. For example, Xingyiquan, Baguazhang, Taijiquan, Bajiquan, Baihequan, Hongquan, Wing Chun... In terms of history, it is not older than modern boxing.

"Ah?!" Hearing what Xiang Nan said, everyone blinked.

This is the first time they know this knowledge.

"Moreover, in order to compete for the title of boxing champion, these boxers have to fight dozens of games every year. Every time they fight, they must fight until the opponent has no strength to fight back, and then it is considered a victory.

Think about it for yourself, how many times do you fight against people in a year besides competing with each other. How many times have you faced opponents who are evenly matched or even stronger than you? "Xiang Nan said again.

Hearing what he said, everyone was a little shocked.

Famous martial artists like them seldom fight people to death.

The reason is very simple, famous people cherish their feathers, once they fail, the image of a master will be greatly reduced, not to mention their status in the world will plummet, and most of the apprentices in the martial arts school will be lost, which is a huge loss.

So everyone will not do it lightly, let alone play dozens of life-and-death games a year. I'm afraid they haven't fought so much in their entire lives.

"So don't underestimate Western boxing. These famous fighters have fought hundreds of life-and-death battles. They have rich experience in actual combat and are extremely lethal.

A middleweight professional boxer with a punch that weighs 600 jin. Fractured skulls and knocked out teeth are common occurrences. You weigh it yourself, can you hit such a punch? Xiang Nan reminded again.

Boxers like them know too little about western boxing, they just think that they are barbarians who don't understand anything, and boxing is nothing more than fighting each other. Therefore, as soon as he came on stage and fought in actual combat, he was knocked down with a punch.

So Xiang Nan kindly reminded them, don't be careless, this is not a joke.

"Master Ye, do you know much about western boxing?" Hong Zhennan asked in surprise when he heard this.

Although he assisted in organizing the boxing match, it was the first time he knew this knowledge.

Unexpectedly, the western boxing that he looked down upon had a history of hundreds of years, even longer than his Hongquan.

He also didn't expect that Western boxers would fight so many games a year. Thirty or forty life-and-death battles, he hasn't fought that many.

And a punch weighs six hundred catties, that's really amazing. Although he didn't know the exact weight of his punch, he probably wasn't that strong.

"Before I came, I checked some information." Xiang Nan said.

"Master Ye, you can't beat the front, let's hit the back."

"We can still hit our weak spots. Insert eyes, lock throats, lay down vagina..."

Seeing that Xiang Nan spoke so harshly about western boxing, all the martial artists became rebellious and said immediately.

"Boxing is only allowed to hit the effective parts, the front and side of the head, and the front and side of the waist. You can't hit below the belt, and you can't hit the back of the head or the back." Xiang Nan explained, "Besides, you wear gloves when you punch. Eyes and throat-locking moves can't be used at all."

"Oh, how about playing, then there is no need to play."

"I can't fight with gloves on, and I can't even try to use the grappling hand."

All the boxers shook their heads when they heard this.

...

While speaking, the audience has already entered the arena.

Before the boxing match officially starts, there will be a performance session.

Apprentices from the Hong Kong Wushu Congregation performed Chinese Wushu to warm up the show.

The first ones to come on stage were Hong Zhennan's disciples. Wearing martial arts uniforms, they lined up and performed Hongquan routines on the stage.

Every trick and every style, well-organized, is very impressive.

Hong Zhennan looked at it and nodded again and again. These are his best disciples, and it is likely that they will inherit his mantle in the future.

At this moment, the tornado suddenly stepped onto the stage.

"It seems that boxing champion Tornado is very interested in Chinese martial arts." The host was unaware, and helped to boast.

But Xiang Nan knew that the tornado came to the stage just to pick things up.

"Master Hong, the visitor is not kind, tell your disciples to be careful." He quickly reminded Hong Zhennan.

Hong Zhennan couldn't help frowning when he saw the tornado rushing onto the stage and interrupting the performance.

If Tornado is really interested in Chinese martial arts, he should also visit him and ask him for advice.

Now he is being an uninvited guest, disturbing the performance of the disciples, it is indeed a bit ignorant of the rules.

Sure enough, he saw the tornado yelling at his disciple, "Come on, hit me~"

His disciple Aki hesitated and punched him.

"Haven't you eaten, use some strength and hit me!" Tornado smiled disdainfully.

Aki didn't want to provoke him at first, but seeing that he was so arrogant and annoying, he finally couldn't help punching him, but was immediately knocked down by the tornado.

"Come on~" he yelled at the other disciples again.

When everyone saw it, they rushed forward.

But soon they were punched one by one by the tornado, and they were all knocked down to the ground.

Seeing this, the other martial artists couldn't help but think of Xiang Nan's words.

Western boxing is powerful and heavy, with strong lethality. Sure enough, with one punch and one punch, eight disciples were dealt with so easily.

You know, even if they make a move, they can't do it so neatly, and it's even more difficult to confront so many people at the same time.

From this point of view, this western boxing really has a set.

...

At this moment, after the tornado knocked down all the disciples, it began to yell wildly, "This is your kung fu, shit, go back and dance."

The host immediately translated his words.

"What did you say?"

"What fart?"

Hearing what he said, the martial artists in the audience got up and cursed loudly.

They have been practicing boxing all their lives, and they are called shit, they are better off dancing, which really blows their lungs.

At present, all the martial arts masters and all the martial arts disciples rushed to the stage, wanting to give the tornado a little color.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.